Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Because Ree needs something to do in Chicago

Is Hotfessional's Chicago office computer fixed yet? No?

You can go see what kind of flower you are... There's a few minutes right there.


I am a
Daffodil


What Flower
Are You?




Tulips are actually my favorite flower, but daffodils remind me of my husband. Well, actually they remind me of the way The Hubby makes me feel: happy.

We met in our freshman dorm. It was January. I enjoyed spending time with him, but I was hoping to meet lots of cute boys in college and not do the "boyfriend" thing. I had done that in high school - three years with one boy. It was time to Sow Some Wild Oats!

But the thing was, the more time I spent with him, the more time I wanted to spend with him. Try as I might to remain casual, I couldn't fight off my feelings very long. By Valentine's Day, I had fallen in love with him.

We became inseparable. During the times when we were apart (we did have to go to our classes, after all), I would find myself smiling as I thought about seeing him back at the dorm in just a few more minutes. As I walked through campus headed back one day, I saw that the daffodils had sprouted and were lining the walkway. There they were, with their sunny yellow faces in merry groups, looking like pure happiness amidst the end-of-winter weather.

They looked exactly the way I felt inside. Pure Happiness.

So, against campus policy (I know! what a rebel I am, right), I picked one daffodil and hid it inside my coat. When I got back to the dorm, I put it in a cup of water on his desk so he could find it when he got back.

Every year, I gave him the first daffodil I saw. (Did I miss one year? Doesn't matter, it was so long ago now that the story can be "every year!")

I still do. Because thinking about him still makes me feel happy.

5 comments:

smalltownmom said...

That's a beautiful love story.

Snooty Primadona said...

A Lovely story, as it should be...

Sarah O. said...

So romantic!

I took the test and I'm a daffodil, too. Same flower, same birthday - where oh where will the similarities end? ;-)

JCK said...

How lucky you are!

Ree said...

It's a wonderful story. And I'm a snapdragon:

"Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh."

and it's very true.